Why we play the game

In baseball you're taught to "always run out the play." Just because your hit didn't go as far, or go as high, as you wanted it and you think you going to be out at first, always finish the play.

The same holds true in day to day life as well.

The other morning I woke up to grey skies and water slowly dripping from the Crepe Myrtle onto the Wisteria and then to the ground. Not an inviting way to start a day at all. Surrendering to the reality I couldn't stay in bed all day, I got up and took a shower. For a few minutes the day looked better; alas, it did not last.

Dressed and in the kitchen, coffee in hand, the day was still a drizzly grey and depressing. Days like this remove most of my motivation, and for the most part I don't care. The day just sort of drags along, minutes seem like hours, food tastes like dust and the cats are just a pain in the butt.

I knew what I needed. A dose of The Darling Rebecca. Always a bright spot in my day, alas her day was no better than mine. A remedy was needed. "Dinner out!" I suggested to her and she agreed. But where? With the doldrums of the day, no decision would be forth coming on my part. Maybe dropping different names in a hat and drawing one out. 

With Rebecca's arrival at home a decision had to be made and "The Social Club" was the winner so with the livestock fed we were free to go.

And with cocktail and menu in hand the decision was made to "nosh" rather than "dine" and so we did. The day was beginning to improve. After some crab cakes, deviled eggs, fried chicken and a couple of cocktails, we were ready for dessert. Ice cream was in order, or a glass of wine "on the veranda" down at Mc Nears.

As we entered the plaza, on the way to our rendezvous with our after dinner aperitif, music could be heard. There sitting by himself in a chair with with his guitar and surrounded by assorted foot pedals and gizmos, was Sebastian Nau.

It was Monday night and Sebastian has committed to playing outside of “Speakeasy”, a late night wine and nosh place. We changed direction and sat and ordered our wine.

We were immediately struck by the sound we were hearing as Sebastian tapped his pedals and strummed his guitar. It turned out he was recording the different layers of the song he was about to play so he could play along with himself as his accompaniment.  The intricacies of the music and his ability to keep things straight are just amazing. It is no wonder the boys in the band, Highway Poets, refer to him as “The Man Himself”

                       

 Well the day ended on quite an uplifting note indeed. With toes tapping, hearts beating and faces smiling it was a great ending to a dreadful beginning.

So, like the coach said “Always run out the play,”  cause you never know what’s waiting for you at the end.

Stay Tooned…